Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.